The small print of the Evening Standard
West End cinema clubs
I went off into my other world
Prison girls and vampires all mixed up
Shadows loomed up the walls
Like bony fingers reaching for my bed
What was 10 Rillington Place? That was anybody’s guess
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
Mischa Black's colours where you sit
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
Take my hand I always wear your ring
Kids peeked from under the table
At painted-on stocking seams
Bombs fell in the street next door
And still fall in my dreams
Pierrepoint offed four hundred and thirty
Back behind the bar by night
7 seconds from shaking his hand
To leaving London far behind
I’m going back to the London nobody sings…
And when I step back
I feel the blood whispering through St. Pancras walls to me
And London girls saying "he would say that wouldn't he?"
Oh but life is one slow descent into respectability...
This is the London nobody sings
Mischa Black's colours where you sit
The past seems so close it really stings
Take my hand I always wear your ring
I’m going back to the London nobody sings
credits
from Orchids,
released March 28, 2015
Words and music by Rich